I ruin one more towel in my bathroom (and stain the sink and floor) dying my hair drop dead red. The make-up gets slathered on – all black of course, with blood red lips, making me appear much paler than usual.

Don’t call me a “Goth Chick” – I was this way before the trend was popular.

I am Me – not the society conformed robot everyone has become accustomed to. The look, the mood, the clothes, the art and writing – all Me.

Do not label me and steer clear – I am in a mood.

The deviant cynic deep inside of me fights to the surface – Lucretia has awakened.

You have been warned.

No more self-doubt. No more doormat. Step on my toes and expect a fight. This is my time. My feelings. My actions and words will reflect this. You can see it in my ever darkening green eyes.

So I walk outside, gaze up at the dying sun, and breathe in life – My life.

This is my calling – to revel in and embrace the darkness. To live within the shadows, alone, without fear or doubt. This is my solace. My bliss. My everything. I know this now.